In the arches of his feet and in the hollows of his hands,
There’s a way into my heart that I can barely understand.
And at the bottom of my mind I make a wish for him to stay,
And it echoes in the wind, he walks away he walks away.

He keeps the candlelight and leaves me here to memorize the dark,
and leaves a fog inside my head that feathers everything apart.
And at the bottom of my mind, I make a wish that he’ll come home
And it echoes in the wind, I sleep alone, I sleep alone.